The strings of my soul
Write the music of my life.
Now I know something.
Now I have become someone.
Did you know this bitter truth?
Upon the naked cross?
Knowledge becomes power
When you discover your inner power.
Depression knows neither angels nor angles.
I am too different for the crowd,
Yet too kind for your ignorance.
It is hard to spend money
In your own mother tongue,
Yet it is an effortless “Yes!”
To every foreign currency, without debate
Only the eager refrain:
“Pack this for me, and that as well.”
I rise to shine
From a million miles above.
When I look north, west, south, and east,
I see life in its naked truth.
When I look back and forth,
Then turn left and right,
I see that greatness knows no limits;
It begins like the stars across the sky.
I cannot cut scenes from my own script
To betray my soul into silence.
I have spoken empty words
And breathed toxic air,
Yet my spirit still reaches
For wisdom beyond the noise.
The same knowledge shapes us,
Yet we stand at different levels of understanding.
I will go mute
When I reach my rebellious stage of fame
For sometimes silence
Speaks louder than applause.
